They weren’t letting him into Sherlock’s room. That's why they must get married as soon as possible. Yep.
Mycroft made a small gesture with his head, by which John understood he was supposed to go through the door. Aaaah, I knew your Mycroft couldn't be that nasty. I think you're physically unable to write a nasty Mycroft. :D
But he’s more lucid than he was, according to the reports I got from the paramedics. I wonder what the paramedics told her exactly...
“Mycroft who?” *giggles*
“Leave it. I’m sick. I’ve had a concussion. How dare you argue with me. You’re supposed to be keeping me calm. I’m supposed to be resting. Ow, my head.” He’s in shock! Look, he's got a blanket!
“It’ll fit two of us if you lay in it properly,” said Sherlock. Id est, if John snuggles up to him. I approve. Also, I'm surprised Sherlock doesn't make any remark about John's height. The concussion, I guess. :D
In fact, it isn’t even the biggest story about Sherlock Holmes, who, through a mutual spokesperson, confirmed a homosexual relationship with his catcher John Watson after Watson dashed into the ambulance to accompany Holmes to the hospital. Hurray for the coming out! Getting hit by this line drive was a Very Goog Thing, all things considered.
signage about the issue was so vociferous Vociferous... I hope John reads this article, or at least this passge, aloud. Ahem.
Shortstop Don Anderson has been the loudest to come out against Holmes and Watson. Oh, shut up Donald.
“What’s to stop them from ogling all of us?” Oh come on. Who would ogle you if they have Sherlock or John to ogle instead?
“Honestly, it only makes him hotter. Watson, too. We’re considering starting a related group, Watson’s Wenches.” This is so true. Was Martin so hot before all this eye-sex with Benedict? :D Also, is it possible to be a Sherlock's Sweetie and a Watson's Wench, please?
when we get to the field there’s always someone around spying on us as if we’re suddenly going to start making out on the pitcher’s mound. Nobody would complain. I know I wouldn't.
“To be safe, maybe we should just start having sex every morning,” remarked Sherlock. Hear, hear!
“we have three options for how we spend the rest of the day until we have to go to the field. One, you continue to sulk and ignore the obvious issues with Ruiz. Two, we have sex.” Can I vote please?
“Ah,” said Sherlock. “There’s our third option now.” *looks daggers at the third option, whatever it is*
It was going to be enough for him, he knew it with sure certainty, it was always going to be enough for him. Aww. A bit of the happy ending in advance...
I'm so happy Sherlock's concussion didn't bring any further ansgt! The scene in the hospital room is lovely, you make us feel John's relief so well. I like Sherlock's reaction when he learns that John followed him in the ambulance very much, it seems he can't believe John loves him enough to leave a game before the end. Once again you use the newspaper article very cleverly, it looks like a newsreel and it's very effective at this moment of the plot. And Sherlock giving John a game of catch is adorable, as is the sod-them-all kiss. *sighs happily* I'd like everything to go well now that they have come out, but I wonder if Moriarty will admit defeat so easily...
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Date: 2013-08-26 12:59 am (UTC)That's why they must get married as soon as possible. Yep.
Mycroft made a small gesture with his head, by which John understood he was supposed to go through the door.
Aaaah, I knew your Mycroft couldn't be that nasty. I think you're physically unable to write a nasty Mycroft. :D
But he’s more lucid than he was, according to the reports I got from the paramedics.
I wonder what the paramedics told her exactly...
“Mycroft who?”
*giggles*
“Leave it. I’m sick. I’ve had a concussion. How dare you argue with me. You’re supposed to be keeping me calm. I’m supposed to be resting. Ow, my head.”
He’s in shock! Look, he's got a blanket!
“It’ll fit two of us if you lay in it properly,” said Sherlock.
Id est, if John snuggles up to him. I approve. Also, I'm surprised Sherlock doesn't make any remark about John's height. The concussion, I guess. :D
In fact, it isn’t even the biggest story about Sherlock Holmes, who, through a mutual spokesperson, confirmed a homosexual relationship with his catcher John Watson after Watson dashed into the ambulance to accompany Holmes to the hospital.
Hurray for the coming out! Getting hit by this line drive was a Very Goog Thing, all things considered.
signage about the issue was so vociferous
Vociferous... I hope John reads this article, or at least this passge, aloud. Ahem.
Shortstop Don Anderson has been the loudest to come out against Holmes and Watson.
Oh, shut up Donald.
“What’s to stop them from ogling all of us?”
Oh come on. Who would ogle you if they have Sherlock or John to ogle instead?
“Honestly, it only makes him hotter. Watson, too. We’re considering starting a related group, Watson’s Wenches.”
This is so true. Was Martin so hot before all this eye-sex with Benedict? :D Also, is it possible to be a Sherlock's Sweetie and a Watson's Wench, please?
when we get to the field there’s always someone around spying on us as if we’re suddenly going to start making out on the pitcher’s mound.
Nobody would complain. I know I wouldn't.
“To be safe, maybe we should just start having sex every morning,” remarked Sherlock.
Hear, hear!
“we have three options for how we spend the rest of the day until we have to go to the field. One, you continue to sulk and ignore the obvious issues with Ruiz. Two, we have sex.”
Can I vote please?
“Ah,” said Sherlock. “There’s our third option now.”
*looks daggers at the third option, whatever it is*
It was going to be enough for him, he knew it with sure certainty, it was always going to be enough for him.
Aww. A bit of the happy ending in advance...
I'm so happy Sherlock's concussion didn't bring any further ansgt! The scene in the hospital room is lovely, you make us feel John's relief so well. I like Sherlock's reaction when he learns that John followed him in the ambulance very much, it seems he can't believe John loves him enough to leave a game before the end. Once again you use the newspaper article very cleverly, it looks like a newsreel and it's very effective at this moment of the plot. And Sherlock giving John a game of catch is adorable, as is the sod-them-all kiss. *sighs happily* I'd like everything to go well now that they have come out, but I wonder if Moriarty will admit defeat so easily...